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PARKINSONS
was.better was. am was.was
if my tongue this hand my tongue this hand this hand
would ask why do you forsake me
I grip wrist raise this shaking
OVER
my head
to worship like
a devil's euch arist.
it is a patient puppeteer
who waits
for me,
my wrist, squeeze that
saint's whiteness
I smash it for my blood
against the table.
better was.
better was.
better was than am my fingers say to me
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Bio: Joseph Carcel, is an attorney residing in NY. His work has most recently appeared in Dallhousie Review. The winner of several IBPC prizes, he is currently working on a libretto for an opera about the Boxer Sonny Liston. he is also finishing a chapbook called "A Theory in the Bone." When not writing poetry or practicing law, he enjoys rockclimbing and reading remaindered college texts. "You'd be surprised what you can learn for a buck," he says.
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